The Taste of Ink

The room slowly darkened around us. The longer Gerard held me the more relaxed I got. His gentle kisses to my neck softened my anxiety. The relationship that had bloomed between us had been none the less childish. It vaugely reminded me of elementry school crushes. The boy teased the girl to show interest in her. I guess it was the most logical way to describe our relationship. We were stuck in a warm yet uncomfortable embrace on the wheelie chair. After a while he sighed and gently pushed me off his lap. He took ahold of my hand and dragged me to our bedroom. It was strange how the first day he had invited me over it became “ours”. I liked living with Gerard , he made me feel safe. I guess anywhere away from my father made me feel safe. Our romance had taken a toll on my life , it changed for the better. But in a sense it could be broken very easily the realtionship , we had.
i sighed agan my head contorted and pounding at the future. Once my head hit Gerards chest i slipped into a fitful sleep.
Around one AM I was woken up by gerard’s moans. I studied his body for a few seconds. His face was pushed into one of pure pleasure. His body on edge and ridgid , although he was alseep. I worked my eyes lower to be met with a rather large tent in his boxers. My face burned of embarassment. His hands clamped around the bed sheets roughly.
“F-fuck Frank.” he groaned. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips where open , spilling profanities and my name. My face was burning at that point. After a few seconds of internal conflict i decided what to do to wake him up. Slowly I ran my fingers down his pale chest leaning foward. He was definetly more developed than I was in the chest area. He let out a choked moan when i touched his skin. Slowly i allowed my hand to slip lower and lower on his torso. My hand came to a stop when my fingers grazed the edge of his boxers. I gluped dryly and closed my eyes tightly. I pushed my fingers past the material. I gasped when I grazed his erection. I whimpered and took him into my hand. I felt so dirty , touching my boyfriend during a sexual dream. He moaned again and tightened his grip on the covers.
“Yes , frank , fuck.” He gasped. I giggled and looked up at his face. My eyes widened when I was met with a sleepy eyed , smirking Gerard. I let out a small strangled noise and froze. His smirk grew wider along with my eyes.
“What do you think youre doing Frank?” he purred hoarsely.
“I-I um..” i stuttered. He smirked wrapping his hand around mine. Slowly he guided my hand in a pumping motion. He gasped and threw his head back slightly. Eventually he took his hand away and allowed me to stroke him myself. I pumped him at a leisurely pace.
“F-faster Frank” he moaned. To his command i stroked him faster and faster until he let out a gutteral moan and came into my hand. I pulled my hand away and rose my hand to my lips. Although the taste of his come was slightly bitter , I actually enjoyed the taste. I licked the palm of my hand and lapped up the rest of his come , embarassed. Cautiously i looked up , my face was burning. Thank goodness for the lack of the light , I would have looked like a cherry. I gained a surge of courage and slowly made my way towards him. I pressed my lips to his and let him taste himself. He moaned into the kiss. After a while of kissing and passionate touches , we both fell back into unconsinousness. For the second time that night.

Notes

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